Love for Sale — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

When the only sound on the empty street

Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet

That belong to a lonesome cop

I open shop

When the moon so long has been gazing down

On the wayward ways of a wayward town

That a smile becomes a smirk

I go to work



Love for sale

Appetizing young love for sale

Love thats fresh and still unspoiled

Love thats only slightly soiled

Love for sale



Who will buy? who would like to sample my supply?

Whos prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise?

Love for sale



Let the poets pipe of love in their childish ways

I know every kind of love better far than they

If you want the thrill of love, Ive been through the mill of love

Old love, new love

Every kind but true love



For sale

Appetizing young love for sale

If you want to buy my wares

Follow me and climb the stairs

Love for sale

Love for sale